"Not really," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Far from it, actually." He opened his mouth to explain just how far from it she really was, when she tried to shift away from him again. Spike tightened his grip and leaned toward her. "I don't think so. You can't just run away from your problems, Buffy. And you can't charge into them head on either. You should've told me that you were going to run in for an ass kicking. I would have gone with you." He was repeating himself all right. But Spike wanted to make sure that she was clear on that.
"As for the others? Since when did you give a sod and a half about them? They're big shots who think they know everything. Doesn't mean they won't help you out when you need it. I mean they're keeping retarded vampires like that Jared fellow under their roof. Might as well go out on a limb for a bloody Vampire Slayer. But it looked to me like you didn't tell anyone where you were going. And now we have this. A beaten, angry, irrational woman who is probably about to run off and get herself hurt up even more if she doesn't let me take the reigns from here."